Ning Mu walked over and opened the door.
Standing at the door was a tall, well-wrapped figure.
Based on the height, it seemed to be a man.
He was taller than Ning Mu.
Jiangli raised an eyebrow involuntarily.
At that moment, Jiangli noticed Ning Mu's initial surprise upon seeing the man, which quickly turned into unease.
"Shen Miao, how, how did you come here?"
Shen Miao?
Upon hearing Ning Mu's address, Jiangli's brows furrowed.
Shen Miao didn't take off his coat but picked up the things in his hand—a big bunch of beers.
The other's voice was somewhat hoarse, inviting Ning Mu to go to the rooftop for drinks and a good chat.
Ning Mu's expression hesitated, as if pondering something, then relaxed after a moment as if he had made some decision, and then agreed, following Shen Miao to the rooftop.
In the dead of night, the majority of the residents in the building, mostly elderly, were already resting; there were hardly any people in the stairwell.
